Today’s blog is about my finger. Specifically, the middle finger on my right hand.
This particular finger had a bad day yesterday. It had such a bad day that it was constantly tempted to make a particular gesture that the third finger alone is capable of delivering. But it didn’t. Much.
Even though it would have been well within its rights to get angry. For it lost its faithful friend; my beloved ring.
Last night I realised that my ring had fallen off. It’s not worth anything; I bought it for £9 on a trip to Edinburgh last Christmas. But it occupied a special place on my hand and in my heart and, without sounding melodramatic, the thought that I have lost it forever makes my heart ache, just a little.
It was a four-leaf clover design. I bought it shortly after my grandad passed away, when everything in the world seemed gloomy and dark, and I was desperate for some light and good luck. By some miracle, it fit and it stayed on my finger for the next year. Until yesterday.
Do you ever look back on a day and think that someone tried to let you know what was about to happen? A cosmic hint? In the gym yesterday lunchtime I accidentally smacked my hand against a locker, bruising the aforementioned finger. My ring kept rubbing against the sore soft, and on multiple occasions I thought about taking it off, only to get distracted by something else.
I wish I had listened to my cosmic hint. My finger is now completely bare as well as bruised and, as silly as this sounds, the thought that it is gone for good brings a tear to my eye. My luck has been so much better since I bought that ring and it had become part of me. I may ring my riding school tomorrow, just in case, by some small miracle, someone found it. Hopefully my four-leaf clover will live up to its name and use its luck just once more, to find its way back home.
I do hope so.
Have you ever lost anything sentimental? I’m going to make a little plea to the law of karma: if one of my readers is missing something precious, please let them find it. I lost my ring, so I think that’s only fair.
A few years ago, I lost a pair of tiny, gold hoop earrings that had been given to me by a friend in 1973. I was deeply saddened to lose such a close, personal, well-loved thing as those earrings I wore almost every day. I wrote to my friend and told her that after 35 years they were gone, leaving a hole in my ears, and in my psyche. She was so quick to assure me that after bringing me so much happiness, it was time for them to bring a lift to someone else. Perhaps it was the case too, with your ring? Someone else needed a bit of luck, or a pick-me-up after the loss of someone dear. She then said that this was my opportunity to go “gift” myself with something else to love for the next 30 years, which I did! So may I pass along her wise words and suggest you bless the ring, on whomsoever’s hand it may find itself, and allow yourself the chance to find something new to love and wear on your lovely finger? Best to you from Nevada, USA… Anne
That’s so lovely Anna, your comment made me feel so much better. You’re right – hopefully it was just someone else’s turn to have it. If I lost it at my riding stables, which I suspect I did, I quite like the idea of one of the girls there finding it. Thank you so much
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Love Anne’s post, too. Maybe all your Catholic followers can join me and give a shout out to St. Anthony.
Bummer. I hope the ring comes back. It’s pretty.
I am so very sorry. It is heartbreaking to loose something so sentimental. It doesn’t matter if the monetary value is not very much it is the value in your heart. I had the first piece of real gold jewelry my Mom ever bought for me when I was a little girl stolen. It was a little teddy bear necklace. He was very detailed and even had a little belly button. I was an adult in my 30′s when it was taken and I still miss him. I am praying your ring will show back up very soon.
Thanks Candee – that’s so sad about your necklace! I found Anne’s comment on my blog really helped – hopefully your necklace found its way to another little girl
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My daughter lost the charm off her favorite ring that i had given her for valentine’s day in high school on Monday. The charm was two hearts. “Her’s and mine”. She was devastated, just like you are. It is very upsetting to lose something. Last night she had went around to the opposite side of her car and there in the mud layed her charm from her ring. She was never so happy!! So I hope within a few days your ring finds it way back to you too!
That’s so lucky! I’m really pleased she managed to find it – it was obviously meant to be. I haven’t found mine yet, but still hoping it turns up